Fathoms deep, are these mines of grey
impregnable, by even the brightest ray
yet light here is in plentiful found
To its insides alone, forever bound

Darkest evils, here lie awake
In every hall, pit and bottomless lake
Writhing ever to upwards surge
Singing, forever,their own dirge

Battles here ever are waged
Ambush,attack and clouts staged
For no blackness may reside alone
From cracks and crevices, are many lights shown


And the makes of the mines are just so
Always deeper,than their depths may go
for every produce that is fine or fair
Can be, twisted to cause despair.


Glittering gold, of value great
And coal, for which lies fiery fate
Fabulous, shinning, precious stones
Lie embedded, in old rotting bones

Many beings do venture here
With dreams hopes and many a fear
Each follows where the great mine leads
ever wider, are sown these seeds

And from these seeds new beings form
to join the massive egressing storm
That leaves forever those places dark
Whether to falter, our make its mark

Good,evil and all between
Are in this hallowed space seen
Neither fine nor all fey
But in truth filled with grey

looking out into the street

there's a line a mile long

i haven't even opened yet

there must be something wrong

the line it stretches round the block

it doesn't make much sense

i feel a riot may break out

i start getting rather tense

the phone is ringing off the hook

i amazed at things i hear

i've never had a thought like that

i tell them 'stick it in your ear

they tell me, mate, that's just the point

i tell them to go on

i'm a paint store for the colour blind

i'm not a *** salon

for days the calls keep coming

i don't know what to say

i just run a small paint shop

known as fifty shades of grey

Why am I bitter?
All the silence trapped in my brain
“I’m not in the mood”
Somehow, I always seem not to be
Why did you leave?
With the walls I painted teal for you
The I love you’s were never heard
And the joy, was never to be felt
Did it ever mean something to you?
Or was it just a dream, hallucinations
A vivid memory

Being held by you
Trapped in your arms
As warm as a blanket
Was all I ever longed for
Like a memories of me as a child
Of never belonging to a playground
Never scraping my knee
But always, my heart

The distance between us
It’s always haunting me
Chasing me down
Pinning my fingers to the map
To the line of oceans
Deserts
Continents
The walls I have painted for you
Are now, pebble grey
Without you
Every shade of grey is conquering
Everything around me turned to grey
Even the books, even the sky.

I've gotten so used to greyscale
On this faulty monitor
That I've almost forgotten what colors look like
As they dance across the screen

I have had enough of this monochromatic monotony
So I snip wires, rip out cords
Do anything I can to see if I can get the color back
The only cable I leave alone is the one connecting it to the wall

I stand there in the robotic wreckage
And see a bit of red blinking on the screen
My world is not yet in technicolor
But this is a start.

One day in Pickwick
Soon to be acquainted
You must be sainted
It simply said click

You caught my eye
It was an oddity
You didn’t out me
as a complicated guy

It’s not a perhaps
I need you everyday
You oughtn’t go away
Without you I'll collapse


It might seem Lemony
this idea of mine
It’s opposite of malign
I simply want hegemony

I hope you know
you’re under my control
I own your whole
Following the written escrow

You’re my morning salvation
The highpoint of Monday
the sun in Sunday
You’re my liberating vacation

Darling baby you see
You’re my delicious Tea

We sat next to each other and dissected poems
My chest was shaking in the center where my tattoos almost touch
I would like more time
My poems were loved
I was loved
I showed you how to pull at your hair right
I told you what to imagine
I missed you and we talked too fast
All my poems are shades of grey
I am the the industrial streets
You will leave
You will come back when you’re sick of sitting